At sunrise, swimming out to sea, I heard a clear voice calling me From the little wood whose branches lean Over the restless water -- I heard, half-dreaming that I heard The voice of some enchanted bird; And glancing back, among the green I saw my little daughter. When I must breast the stiller sea That stretches everlastingly Beneath the starless unknown night, The darkness round me falling, May it be given me to hear Life calling me as crystal-clear -- To glance back once through failing light And answer that sweet calling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PICKING AND CHOOSING by MARIANNE MOORE PICTURESQUE; A FRAGMENT by JOHN AIKIN SUMMER APPROACHES by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD COMPENSATION by MARION L. BERTRAND IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HOW SHALL I BUILD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MATCHIT MOODUS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |